"Do you never take risks? Do you never fling your heart down?"
He looked at her. "Not your way. Not unless I know that I'll get what I want."
"And haven't you got it?"
"I've got most of it, but not all—yet."
His tone might or might not imply that getting it was only a question of time.
"I say, where are you going?"
She was heading rapidly for Augustus Road. She wanted to get away from George.
"Not there," he protested, perceiving her intention.
"I must."
He followed her down the long road where the trees drooped darkly, and he stood with her by the gate.